Hypocrite
Why does she have to smoke it?
Thought she could have been something.
Turns out there is only nothingness,
Underneath the thoughts that I think.
Wanted her so badly.
Turns out she does a bad thing.
Think it’s something I cannot forgive.
I am a liar sitting on a pyre burning everything.
Beauty shines bright from her,
But now she is just fading away into a blur.
Lost to could have been’s and maybes.
Now she’s just another.
Still I really want to be the one she turns to,
When she wants some comfort from somebody.
Can’t erase the broken pictures from my head now I have seen through.
Saw her true self and now she’s just become a nobody.
I can’t date a habit.
Don’t want a Nun. Prefer a rabbit.
Want to lay in bed with a cigarette in hand.
She wants something stronger,
So I cannot be her man.
Serial Killers pick at the holes,
According to The Manic’s.
I’m no Killer, but I do concur.
I find so many reasons why that’s it! I’ve had it!
Enough already!
I just want love,
But with a woman who doesn’t need to take drugs.
She’s all I want and all I see.
The one that I can’t have.
I hate my mind.
My heart chooses badly.
I was flying happy, now I crash so sad.
I wish I could lay in bed with her and smoke,
But I can’t, so I won’t, because it’s wrong for me to truly let go.
I want to float away to a happy place.
This is no happy day. I sit with no smile on my face.
Love songs make me think of what could have been.
Reality is just a kick in the teeth.
She could really be my remedy,
But I can’t smoke with her,
So we will never be.
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